|Jul. 30th, 2004 09:02 pm Birthday fic for sira|
Title: Very nice birthday
Notes: This is for sira on her birthday. Happy birthday, dear! I did try to be funny, and this is the result. ^_^;;
Warning: Features StereotypicallyGay!Dobby. Yes, you read that correctly. -.-
Draco woke up slowly to the sound of tea boiling violently and various other things that could be heard from the kitchen. There was the sound of the fridge being opened... There was the sound of a cup being taken out of the cupboard... There was the sound of said cup being dropped, with various shouts and whimpers as a result. Draco sighed; his boyfriend was practically born in the kitchen, yet he always managed to make a mess out of it.
Eventually, the noise in the kitchen died down, and the sound of light footsteps could be heard outside the door. Then, it began.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Draco! Happy birthday to you!” Dobby was standing in the doorway, carrying a tray with tea, scones and presents, wearing a pair of atrocious silk boxers Draco was sure were illegal in most countries. He waddled in, placed the tray on the nightstand and hopped up on the bed.
“Thank you, Dobby,” said Draco, attempting a grateful voice, and smiled nervously.
“Anything for you, daahling,” said Dobby, and giggled. Draco winced; all of his attempts to tell Dobby that it wasn’t necessary to wear pink and call everyone ‘darling’ had been unsuccessful. Dobby was about as good with taking hints as he was with clothes.
“How - nice,” said Draco, tearing his eyes away from Dobby and eyeing the presents. There was once lumpy package that Draco suspected contained mismatched socks--he would never understand Dobby’s fascination with those--but there was another package as well, and Draco hoped he might actually not hate it.
A knock on the front door interrupted Draco’s musings, and he swore and hopped out of the bed. He was not letting Dobby answer it wearing that, and the alternative would be getting it himself.
“I’ll be right back,” he said and walked out to the front door. No sooner had he opened it, than he found himself down on the floor with a huge lump above him, wailing into his shoulder.
“Take me back! Take me back!” it shouted, sounding rather hysterical.
Draco blinked in severe shock for a few seconds before regaining control of himself. “Harry, if you would kindly remove yourself from my shoulder,” growled Draco, wiggling madly in an attempt to get out, but only succeeding in turning Harry on tremendously. Harry held on firmly, and thrust against Draco, apparently taking his movements as encouragement to go on.
“Who is ringing our bell, Draco?” asked Dobby from the bedroom, and Harry’s molestation attempts ceased immediately.
“No one, love,” called Draco.
“Who - is in - your bedroom?” asked Harry, dangerously.
“That,” said Draco haughtily, pushing Harry off at last, “is none of your business.” He smoothed his robes thoughtfully, then added, “But if you really must know, it’s Dobby. We’re quite happy together, and I love him very much.”
He opened the door and kicked Harry out roughly. Slamming the door in his face and interrupting his mortally wounded howl, he turned on his heel and stalked back into the bedroom, only to find Dobby standing in the doorway with tears in his eyes, smiling ecstatically.
“You really love me?” he asked, his voice wavering with the emotional overload.
“No, I don’t,” said Draco brusquely, looking everywhere but at Dobby. He walked over to the bed and took off his boxers. “Now get over here and fuck me silly.”
“Yes, Master Draco,” said Dobby and hurried over to the bed. He politely refrained from mentioning that he knew exactly from whom the “anonymous” letters of eternal devotion he sometimes received were.
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